?The truth will set you free, but first it will make you miserable.? James Garfield.
Dylan had followed the caretaker of the Estate out to hear the history of the church that sat several meters from the road, across from the house. Travis leaned back, looking at the journal, which was still in the sealed evidence bag from when they?d picked it up from the station. Charges had been dropped against the young woman claiming to be his sister, as he?d promised.
He sighed as he leaned back in the old oak chair. The house was a flood of memories long forgotten, but his father?s office, with walls lined with books, accolades, and things Travis didn?t recognize still made him feel like a small boy. Travis?s hand fell to the right of the chair and grasped the glass handle of the drawer and he was surprised how easily it still slid open.
?They don?t make them like this anymore.? He said as he withdrew the old letter opener from inside, and slit the plastic bag.
The paper was yellowed with age, and on the leather cover was a hand stamped ?P? with the name of Preston below it. The date with the name had long since been rubbed away by the frequent use of the book. He could recall his father always sitting in his office in the evening writing entries of the day?s events.
?For prosperity, Travis.? He could almost hear his dad saying the words, and see the smile on his face. ?You?ll never know what you may find here, long after I am gone.?
A cold shiver ran down his spine, and Travis found himself staring into the darker shadows of the room, waiting for whatever would come, but he realized it was just the old book and his father?s words.
February 15, 1978. Year of the Undying.
Tonight I await the birth of my Son, Travis James Preston. The year of the Undying is still in infancy, yet so much has happened. Tonight, while I wait in fear and joy, they?ve captured evil in the states. Pensacola, Florida a place I?ve never been has the dubious honour of the place where Ted Bundy was captured. They claim thirty women fell to him, Looking into his eyes, even on the screen, I know there are many more. No man should take the life of another without just cause, else he open his soul to the darker forces and become a vessel for the evils that walk among us. Remember that, my son.
I can hear my wife Liza, in the next room. In all the years of our courtship and marriage, never has she raised her voice, screaming out in the pain of childbirth. My brother-in-law, ever the jokester has said, ?The lad takes after the other Preston men. Stubborn tike is coming to the world sideways!? Of course I laughed, but it does not lessen my worry for my wife and son.
The doctor comes, asks me to join Liza at her side we will meet our son, I am nervous.
Liza held Travis in her arms speaking in soft tones while large, dark eyes stared back at her, as if understanding everything she was saying. It is too early to tell whom he will favour as he ages, but I hope he?s gifted with his mother?s temperament. I held him in my arms, he felt so small, so fragile? I made a promise to always protect him, before I took him into the study to introduce him to the small gathering of family. My father, Travis?s Grand, quite literally the strongest man I?ve ever known, actually cried. I am not ashamed to say, I joined him while my mother comforted us all.
Dylan had followed the caretaker of the Estate out to hear the history of the church that sat several meters from the road, across from the house. Travis leaned back, looking at the journal, which was still in the sealed evidence bag from when they?d picked it up from the station. Charges had been dropped against the young woman claiming to be his sister, as he?d promised.
He sighed as he leaned back in the old oak chair. The house was a flood of memories long forgotten, but his father?s office, with walls lined with books, accolades, and things Travis didn?t recognize still made him feel like a small boy. Travis?s hand fell to the right of the chair and grasped the glass handle of the drawer and he was surprised how easily it still slid open.
?They don?t make them like this anymore.? He said as he withdrew the old letter opener from inside, and slit the plastic bag.
The paper was yellowed with age, and on the leather cover was a hand stamped ?P? with the name of Preston below it. The date with the name had long since been rubbed away by the frequent use of the book. He could recall his father always sitting in his office in the evening writing entries of the day?s events.
?For prosperity, Travis.? He could almost hear his dad saying the words, and see the smile on his face. ?You?ll never know what you may find here, long after I am gone.?
A cold shiver ran down his spine, and Travis found himself staring into the darker shadows of the room, waiting for whatever would come, but he realized it was just the old book and his father?s words.
February 15, 1978. Year of the Undying.
Tonight I await the birth of my Son, Travis James Preston. The year of the Undying is still in infancy, yet so much has happened. Tonight, while I wait in fear and joy, they?ve captured evil in the states. Pensacola, Florida a place I?ve never been has the dubious honour of the place where Ted Bundy was captured. They claim thirty women fell to him, Looking into his eyes, even on the screen, I know there are many more. No man should take the life of another without just cause, else he open his soul to the darker forces and become a vessel for the evils that walk among us. Remember that, my son.
I can hear my wife Liza, in the next room. In all the years of our courtship and marriage, never has she raised her voice, screaming out in the pain of childbirth. My brother-in-law, ever the jokester has said, ?The lad takes after the other Preston men. Stubborn tike is coming to the world sideways!? Of course I laughed, but it does not lessen my worry for my wife and son.
The doctor comes, asks me to join Liza at her side we will meet our son, I am nervous.
Liza held Travis in her arms speaking in soft tones while large, dark eyes stared back at her, as if understanding everything she was saying. It is too early to tell whom he will favour as he ages, but I hope he?s gifted with his mother?s temperament. I held him in my arms, he felt so small, so fragile? I made a promise to always protect him, before I took him into the study to introduce him to the small gathering of family. My father, Travis?s Grand, quite literally the strongest man I?ve ever known, actually cried. I am not ashamed to say, I joined him while my mother comforted us all.